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atehimrightup) wrote2025-07-14 11:59 am
atehimrightup) wrote2025-07-14 11:59 am
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for george
There's a food truck festival in Petros Park that night, and Lee takes George mostly so he can see his face while trying new things, like squid balls and deep fried cheesecake. It's a good time and once they're full, neither of them are ready for the night to end so they wind up at a bar not far from George's place.
It's sort of mid-tier, not super nice but not a total dive, either. They get a few rounds at the bar, leaning against each other and laughing, and Lee realizes that he's drunk sort of all of a sudden, like it snuck up on him. It makes him more handsy, makes him bite at George's shoulder through the sleeve of his shirt. It makes him notice how many eyes are on George all the time.
The bartender brings them a round of tequila shots on a little tray complete with a salt shaker and lime wedges, and Lee looks up at him questioningly.
"We didn't order this," Lee tells him, and the bartender waves him off and tells him someone asked for them to be sent over. "Who?"
The bartender just shrugs and turns away to help a group of rowdy young women, and Lee glances at the shots before looking around the room a bit suspiciously. "Hm."
It's sort of mid-tier, not super nice but not a total dive, either. They get a few rounds at the bar, leaning against each other and laughing, and Lee realizes that he's drunk sort of all of a sudden, like it snuck up on him. It makes him more handsy, makes him bite at George's shoulder through the sleeve of his shirt. It makes him notice how many eyes are on George all the time.
The bartender brings them a round of tequila shots on a little tray complete with a salt shaker and lime wedges, and Lee looks up at him questioningly.
"We didn't order this," Lee tells him, and the bartender waves him off and tells him someone asked for them to be sent over. "Who?"
The bartender just shrugs and turns away to help a group of rowdy young women, and Lee glances at the shots before looking around the room a bit suspiciously. "Hm."
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“Of course,” he says with a nod, giving George a brief kiss before sliding off of the sofa. He can’t help but laugh as he looks around at the mess they made, all the toys and clothes scattered about. “Go on. I’ll take care of things out here.”
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George isn't sure when it happened, but he's started almost thinking of it as theirs. He just assumes Lee will be there and, if he isn't, he assumes that he's coming back.
He shucks off the blanket and stands, naked as the day he was born, body splashed with red marks and welts. He stretches both arms over his head and then pads in the direction of the bathroom.
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He watches George go and then turns to clean up, laughing to himself as he washes the butt plug in the kitchen sink. He gathers the collar and leash with a certain sort of reverence, placing everything back in the drawer in George’s room.
After drinking some more water and downing a quick sandwich, he thinks maybe enough time has passed so he goes to lean in the doorway of the bathroom, watching George through the frosted glass.
“All good?” Lee asks softly, willing to give him more time if he needs.
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"Mmmm," says George, stood leaning with both hands against the tile, hot water sluicing over his shoulders. "Come in here... But don't get any ideas. I don't even have the energy to wash my hair."
He's grinning when he says it.
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“It’s a good thing I like to spoil you,” he teases as he lathers up his hands and scrubs the shampoo into George’s dark hair, nails scratching along his scalp.
There has always been something of a caretaker in Lee. It was clear with his little sister, and even with Maren. He likes being useful, and making someone’s life a little better just by being around.
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"Something like that," says George, his eyes drifting closed as Lee starts to work the shampoo into his hair. At court, towards the end, he'd gotten used to having people to do for him, but this is different. This is a tenderness that he's rarely, if ever, felt in his life.
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He turns George around and does the same to his front, soaping up his chest and belly and then letting his hand drift down to his soft cock and his balls, gently lathering and smiling playfully at him. “Just being thorough.”
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Leaning back against the tiles, George makes a soft sound as Lee handles him with soapy hands. He'd meant it when he's said he was exhausted but that doesn't stop his cock starting to stir.
"Oh, I'm sure," he says.
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“Are you too tired to lean back and get a blowjob?” He asks against George’s jaw, nipping playfully and bending his knees a little, as if preparing to kneel, pausing to kiss his chest. “Because I’d love to give you one. Call it a nightcap.”
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George cracks an eyelid and looks at Lee, the corner of his mouth twitching in amusement. The warm water has lulled him until it feels like he could sleep on his feet, but...
"I could manage that," he says.
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He presses kisses to George’s wet hip, curling a hand around his cock to stroke it to full hardness. “Or thought you were a pod person.”
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"I have no idea what that is," says George. It's a state of being he's gotten used to. Lee looks beautiful, down on his knees, and George tilts his head to watch him, rocking his hips idly.
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He curls his fingers around the base of George’s cock and pulls the head into his mouth, suckling at it while looking up to meet George’s eyes. He doesn’t tease or try to make a big show of it, because that’s not what this is. Lee was simply struck by the desire to make him feel good, so he hums and starts to bob his head, dragging his fist up to meet his lips each time.
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George nods on, acknowledging that that's a word he actually knows. But then Lee is sucking his cock in earnest, and words go out of his head altogether. Lee's so good at this, and it's so easy to sink into it. He doesn't thrust hard into Lee's mouth, lets him set the pace.
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He keeps his eyes on George’s face, lashes clumping together as he blinks water out of his eyes. It’s oddly relaxing and Lee hums again, pulling back to pay special attention to the head, licking at the taut band of his foreskin, tugging it back further with his thumb to tongue at the sensitive spot under the head.
Eventually he takes George’s cock back deep into his mouth, squeezing George’s hand as he starts to bob his head again, eyes fluttering shut as he loses himself in it.
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He's had his cock in a lot of mouths in his time, but he's never had it as good as this. Never as good as Lee. Lee sucks cock like he loves it, like he was made for it. George tips his head back against the tiles with a soft think, his mouth slipping open on a moan that's almost a sigh.
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He truly could do this all night, but eventually his pace goes from lazy to purposeful, working to get him closer to orgasm. He’s done this enough times now that he knows exactly what to do, and he loves that. He loves knowing someone so well.
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It doesn't take long for George to find himself teetering -- Lee's got a clever mouth and they've done this enough times that he knows exactly how to deftly bring George to the edge. The fingers of his free hand push into Lee's wet hair, tugging lightly.
"Darling..." He says, barely a breath, and then he comes.
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He suckles at George until he’s sure he’s done, then slowly pulls off and takes a breath as he rises to his feet. George looks so soft, pretty eyes heavy lidded. He looks nearly asleep on his feet and that does something to Lee, knowing George feels safe enough with him to let his guard down so much.
Lee’s own cock is half-hard between his legs but he ignores it as he gives George a deep, languid kiss, reaching over to turn off the water at the same time. This is enough for him. Right now, this is all he needs.
“C’mon, baby,” Lee murmurs, nudging their noses together and then lifting their still joined hands so he can kiss George’s knuckles. “Let’s get you dried off and into bed.”
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"What about you?" says George, stifling as yawn as they step out of the shower and he reaches for a towel. Mostly, he just wants to crawl into bed and fall asleep knowing that Lee is next to him. But he also, tired as he is, powerfully doesn't want to leave Lee wanting.
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“I got what I needed,” Lee assures him, giving himself a cursory scrub down with his towel before reaching out with it to dry George’s dark hair, maneuvering him toward the bed. “Just lay down so I can put that lotion on.”
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"Yes, Sir," murmurs George, shuffling to his bed and then sprawling on it stomach down, his head pillowed on one arm. He raises an eyebrow, eyes closed.
"How red is it this time?"
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“It’s pretty red. More little welts ‘cause of the whip,” Lee admits, but he doesn’t feel quite as guilty as he did last time he saw George’s burning skin. This is what George wanted, and he seemed to enjoy himself plenty. And now Lee gets to take care of him, and that’s pretty nice, too. “This stuff helped last time, right?”
He starts just below the charming dimples at the small of George’s back and works his way down, gently rubbing the cooling lotion into his skin until he reaches the lowermost splotches of red on his inner thighs.
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"It definitely seemed to," says George, luxuriating in the gentle, thorough way that Lee is touching him. "I could sit down the next day, at least."
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But the bite mark on his shoulder won’t. Lee stares at it, feeling somewhat guilty but also feeling something a little like pride, maybe. Like he’s marked his territory. It’s an ugly, animal thought, but he can’t help it.
He rubs what’s left of the lotion across the mark and then puts the bottle away before turning off the lights and crawling into bed next to George, laying on his side and curling his hand around the back of George’s arm. “Go to sleep.”
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